Genevieve:
Nothing added up. How on earth did the medal end up with Emre? I didn't even want to ring him up for any explanations. After what he pulled, I'd prefer being in the dark than having a chat with him. As I settled on the bed to compose myself, the door squeaked open, causing me to raise my head and gaze at the person entering.
"I heard you recorded my confession," Kit wore an odd expression of hurt on her face. Her eyes were puffy, as if she'd been crying recently. Her nose and cheeks were red too, confirming her distressed state.
"And you still don't seem too remorseful for the lies you spread about Emre," I muttered his name with a mix of anger and difficulty.
"Huh! And you took revenge on me for the mate who left you?" She appeared convinced that I was in the wrong for doin
